[closed] maybe tonight i'll call ya

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Who: Pyro and Oswin eggsterminate
What: Drowning various sorrows from a paper-bagged bottle like classy bitches.
When: Night 210
Where: Gefion Park, away from the Mushroom House
Rating: PG-13 - adult discussions, including sex, pregnancy and death.


[He's back in the park with another bottle, out by the lake this time, staring across its frozen surface and, maybe oddly or maybe not, thinking about Bobby and Rogue.

The couple who could never have sex. Even foreplay posed a problem. Pyro always thought Bobby was the dumbest guy alive for hooking up with her - but then, he'll never have this problem, will he? He'll have some wicked cases of blue balls, but there's no getting so horny that he'll forget all about a goddamn condom and take the chance of getting her knocked up.

And as much of a pain in the ass as she could be, Rogue is hardly Euri.

He takes a long swallow - vodka this time, another 40 despite the mess he made of himself with the last one - and glares out at the expanse of ice. As much as he hates to admit it, Thor is right; the ice is a giant piss-off. Just let summer come already so he can skip all the reminders of home.]

Comments

[eggsterminate]

...So did you guys start together then?

[For a guy he hates, he sure seems to bring him up a lot. But getting information out of Pyro? Always an opportunity she'll go for. She shivers and sniffles in the cold air, watching him play with the lighter.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

We were roommates at Xavier's.

[He flicks the lighter open and alight, frowning down at the flame.]

He had a choice to make, and he chickened out. Like always.

[eggsterminate]

...You miss him?

[She stares at the dancing flame, wishing it were a lot bigger and able to keep them warm. And also wishing she'd been able to level her powers and do just that.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Fuck, no. I just want a chance to give him the ass-kicking he deserves.

[And that's completely true to him, too. He's buried any hurt over consistently being chosen after Rogue and the X-Men so deep that it's all turned into hatred.]

[eggsterminate]

And then what?

I mean you've already gone your separate ways, right?

[A sniff and a suppressed yawn. Really, this sounds like they have a lot of issues to work out.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Hardly. The X-Men spend 90 percent of their time fighting the Brotherhood, so I'll probably be kicking his ass lots. Maybe I'll kill him someday.

[Oh, the ironing...]

Unless he ever figures out who's really fighting for mutant freedom.

[eggsterminate]

Sounds like you have a complicated relationship with lots of feelings to work out.

[It's like a bromantic hateship. She could get behind that. And the idea of Pyro being so hung up on this Bobby is kind of cute.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He pulls away from her, giving her a disgusted look.]

We don't have anything. We were friends, and now we're not.

[Then he presses a hand to his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut.]

Fuck. I've gotta stop drinking.

[eggsterminate]

[And his movement causes her to stumble backwards and topple over and land in a snowbank. She gasps from the cold and then scowls at him]

Just saying, you talk about him a lot. Consider it.

And if you're going to stop then give me that.

[She holds her hand out for the bottle, too drunk to even stand up out of the snow bank at this point.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He shoves the bottle into her hand and starts to storm away rather unsteadily, not even offering her a hand up. Just saying. That's fucked up.]

[eggsterminate]

...[She blinks because now she has a bottle that she didn't exactly expect him to give her.]

You're really giving me this and stomping off?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Oh, fine. [He heaves a long-suffering sigh and walks back, holding out his hand to her.] Just don't call me queer for Bobby again and we're good.

[eggsterminate]

I didn't! I said "complicated feelings" which also includes those of a platonic nature. Losing a friend is always complicated.

[She grabs his hand and struggles to pull herself up. It's one of those times where you don't realize you're drunk until very simple tasks suddenly become very daunting.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Oh, for God's sake. [He grabs her by both forearms and hauls her up, supporting her with one arm around her waist. Now he knows how Euri felt, except that he's drunk too, so she's helping him as much as he's helping her.]

You even gonna be able to make it home like this?

[eggsterminate]

Hey. You're drunk too.

[She huffs and grabs him for support as he hauls her up and wraps his arm around her waist.]

Yes. [Hopefully. She just says yes because she wants to seem competent.] Just no taxis. I get miserably sick in taxis after drinking.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Yeah, but I don't need babysitting.

[Just blatantly lying. wtg.

Then he gives her a disbelieving look.]

There aren't any cars here. How drunk are you, anyway?

[eggsterminate]

[The babysitting comment earns him a snort of laughter.]

I just wanted to be very clear and getting it all out there. And besides, it probably also extends to taxi wagons. I'm not that drunk. [Lying.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[They're both consummate liars about their drinking, apparently.]

Good. 'Cause I'm not walking all the way to Odin when I'm already in my district.

[Hey, the fact that it even crossed his mind is a compliment.]

[eggsterminate]

What a gentleman.

[An eyeroll and a hiccup. Gosh why did she bring up taxis, now she feels nauseous from the thought]

Well. Let's hope I don't get any drunker. For your sake.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

That's easy enough. [He reaches over to snatch the bottle from her.]

[eggsterminate]

[A scandalized noise and she grips the bottle. Not like there's much left anyway.]

You gave it up!

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Yeah, and I can still walk. I think I'm the best guardian for it right now.

[He may be overstating his level of sobriety. A lot.]

[eggsterminate]

Barely! And I can feel you leaning on me.

[She can tell. But mostly she's just stubborn.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Just grabbing the chance to cop a feel.

[Considering who's talking here, it's hard to say if he's telling the truth.]

[eggsterminate]

Arm around a girl's waist. What a brave rebel you are.